A person who seemed to come out of the blood pool stood quietly and looked down at the crowd under him. The anchor's first reaction was not excitement, but fear. He came from a remote town. It was self-media and live broadcast that allowed him to slowly come into contact with the outside world. To be honest, he had never seen a transformer with his own eyes, let alone a transformer with blood all over his body. He was not cold, but his teeth were trembling greatly. That was the bloody clothes. He was confirmed in his heart, but his instinct made him forget what live broadcast, what traffic, and what biological instincts were? It was alive. This traffic that was being paid attention to throughout the country

The password is right in front of him, but the anchor's mind is other messages. One night, hundreds of people died in the hands of Blood Clothing. This transformer not only really killed people, but also killed people like numb. The blood stains on his body proved that the anchor wanted to run away, and now, he turned his head and ran away immediately! But he sadly realized that his legs were not in control at all, as if he was filled with lead water. The netizens in the live broadcast room were frantically flooding the screen, and the anchor's abnormal performance made the girl and woman who were still talking because of Blood Clothing follow the anchor's gaze and look up. "Ah!!!!"

The middle-aged woman screamed first. "Bloody!!!"

Then the girl almost fell into a crazy shout. The crowd around her was instantly attracted by the two of them and stopped. The girl and the woman were almost the same, covering her mouth with one hand and pointing to the top of the street light with the other hand, full of surprises and excitement in her eyes. Passers-by who were not sure of the situation looked up one after another. "Ah!!"

"Damn!!!"

"What the hell!!"

The crowd exploded in an instant, and the screams were like waves, moving towards the distance layer by layer. Some people dragged their family and friends out, while others squeezed in like crazy. Curious, panic, admiration, joy, awe, and various emotions mixed with emotions gathered in the same focus, the man in blood-clothed like a sculpture. The anchor has recovered. At this time, he is already in the center of the crowd. The feeling of being surrounded by so many people has relieved his fear a lot. Then he reacted and snatched the phone standing on the long shelf and switched to the rear camera. He tried hard to control his hands and stop trembling. He was so versatile that he couldn't say anything at this time, and the number of people online in his live broadcast room was incredible.

The speed of the message jumped, making him unable to see clearly. He was not the only one who took a cell phone. In fact, there were at least hundreds of mobile phones aimed at the blood-clothed man on the street lights. In just a few minutes, thousands of people had gathered around, and the periphery of the crowd was still expanding, and countless people were rushing towards this side. Compared to the noise of the outside, the inner circle was strangely silent, and no one spoke. Through the mask, Liu Xiao swept across his eyes full of different spirits and aimed at his mobile phone camera one by one. He knew that it was almost enough. "Sweet bait must keep his mouth shut when he sees coming, and the river will return to hide. Panwo Jun is so intense that it is very dangerous, and senior whale intends to harm people."

Liu Xiao's voice was low, but full of strength and majesty, not as good as Hong Zhong, but it was enough to let the crowd around him hear it clearly. "This is what I want to say to the lost, and also to all humans on earth."

The crowd around was in a commotion. This was the first time that everyone heard the voice of Bloody Clothes, and just two sentences revealed a lot of information. First, Bloody Clothes must be Chinese, second, Bloody Clothes must belong to the justice camp. Third, Bloody Clothes, even if they are not ancient, must be knowledgeable. At least 90% of the people present did not understand the meaning of the poem. Liu Xiao actually understood why Leng Yufeng spoke in his mouth for the first time, and his classical Chinese was full of words when he had a certain strength and status in a certain situation. If you speak very low and vernacularly, it would make people feel awe for you. The more profound you are, the more convinced you are. In the live broadcast room, the number of people online has exceeded 100,000, and the screen is full of "Blothess Majesty, Huaxia Majesty!"

The anchor holding his phone did not have the heart to pay attention to the screen of the phone. His eyes didn't want to leave the bloody clothes for a moment. "Although the divine Qiantang was destroyed, the crisis still exists. This city needs someone to guard it, and people here need someone to stand in front of the formation," Liu Xiao paused, "So, if you think you have a passion and a skill, you can still try it here the day after tomorrow."

"But remember to wear a mask."

Liu Xiao added. After saying that, the stone bricks under people's feet began to tremble. The crowd under Liu Xiao slowly rose in surprise until a stone platform that was more than one meter high and more than ten meters long and wide was formed. Whether this stone platform was prepared in advance, or whether Blood Clothes was an elemental talent, no one could guess, but one thing was the fact that Blood Clothes wanted to organize a force of its own, and the purpose of this force was to protect the city and people here. "Damn! Blood Clothes wants to organize its own force!"

In the live broadcast room, the barrage was jumping wildly. "The day after tomorrow, it's too late, and it's too late to go to Qiantang now!"

"What is the crisis he is talking about? Haven't all the lost people in Qiantang been killed by him?"

"I just booked the air ticket, haha, for nothing else, just to see the bloody clothes!"

"No way! I just read the ticket booking software, and the tickets to Qiantang are almost gone!"

"I'll go!"

"Anchor! Ask Xueyi, can people from other provinces join his organization? Hurry up and ask me!"

..."Blood Clothes."

Someone in the crowd plucked up his courage and asked loudly, "We are all ordinary people, how can we compare with the transformers?"

This person's question represents the voice of many people. Facts have proved that the strongest fighter on earth is at most equal to the combat power of an ordinary loser, and it is the kind of crane tail. Liu Xiao quickly identified the person who asked the question from the crowd. He was a young man with a small figure but explosive muscles. He knew he was a trainer at a glance. "This is just your cognition."

Liu Xiao gave an open answer. But this answer is enough to make people imagine. "Blood Clothes!"

With the first person, someone immediately spoke, "Can people from other provinces participate?"

Many people in the crowd nodded silently, and they also wanted to know. "Or why is it the day after tomorrow, not tomorrow?"

Liu Xiao asked back. Everyone present smiled knowingly. Unexpectedly, Bloody Clothes was quite humorous, at least they were still a worldly fireworks. I suddenly felt that the distance between them was closer. "Blothess! I love you!"

An older single woman shouted with a smile, which caused a burst of laughter on the scene. "Bloody, are you really Fahai?"

Then, all kinds of strange problems followed one after another. Liu Xiao rolled his eyes under the mask, feeling that his goal had been achieved, and he would have to break the effort if he didn't withdraw. He suddenly jumped up, and a graceful arc was drawn in the air with a scream of exclamation, and it fell lightly on another street light more than fifty meters away. After a few ups and downs, it completely disappeared from everyone's sight. "This... this is an immortal... this distance is almost flying."

Someone murmured, "No wonder he could kill all the divine beings alone, and the strength of the Blood Cloth is there."

Someone said excitedly, "The day after tomorrow! The day after tomorrow, why should it be the day after tomorrow? How could I sleep in these two nights!"
Chapter completed!